Maybe I can actually get through April and May tonight. Probably not. But I’ll try.
I really love roasted bone marrow. On the right is some marrow on toast. On the left is a shot of the bones right out of the oven, which is great because it’s a pretty good representation of what my arteries looked like after eating three or four of these.
I was comparing shots from my visit to Angels Knoll to shots from 500 Days of Summer. I lucked into this one that was pretty close. The only thing missing is a girl that’s into me. And I’m not just talking about the picture!
I can’t get enough of the 2K view. The Thunder were stroking that night. No answer for Westbrook. Went with Bryanth and yes, we had a discussion about the plausibility of going to a Finals game. (We prefaced it with some if-they-make-it-there’s but not nearly enough.) And yes, this feels like ages ago.
Here’s Ron Artest’s car, allegedly. We stood at the corner where people gather to watch the Lakers drive out. I bet this sequence of events happens a lot: people gather, some recognizable people come through (Bill Walton, Jerry Buss, Steve Blake, etc.), anticipation builds for Kobe, some guy yells out “it’s Kobe!” when an indistinct car comes through and its genuinely funny, then everyone thinks they’re a comedian and we eventually learn that the “it’s Kobe!” yell isn’t as funny the 38th time around.
Went back to the Mercato for the thorny and horny sampler.
Meet Jerry: roommate for a week, friend for a lifetime.
Here’s the view from Altitude, a lounge (that’s too crowded) on some roof downtown. It was my coworker’s birthday, and he might’ve had a bit too much. I was joking that he’d rush a bouncer and get the Royal Rumble hip toss into Petco Park.
Here’s that snake I was talking about from my Baltimore trip along with a shot of the leader of the bravery squadron barehanding it.
